(HER BIRTHDAY, IN DECEMBER) DOST think that Time, to whom stars vainly sue, Will for thy beauty keep one fixèd place? Or that he may, o'er-weighed with seasons due, Forget one Spring where veinlet trendrils lace Rose over rose to make this flower, thy face? Look round thee now, dear dupe of sweet hey-day! Of what once blooming joy canst thou find trace Save in the bosom of a cold decay? What violet of Summer's yester sway Usurps these clouds to throne her slender moon? Look on the wrinkling year, the shrunken way, The wintry bier of all that gaudy shone, And gather love ere loveliness wear pall, If thou, when all is gone, wouldst still have all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL |